This believe Essay Draft #3
Over the 1993 Christmas holidays, when I should have been hanging with friends or doing some regular teen aged stuff,I found myself cowering in fear on the cold concrete floor of my room.
I was being brutally beaten during one of my mother's fits of rage. Sandra, was a beautiful dark skinned ,5”5 inch tall, 38 year old. Mom was raised in a strict Seventh Day Adventist home. My maternal grandfather ruled with the belt and my grandmother was the compliant Proverbs 31 woman.
The bedroom door flung open and the anticipated beating was proceeded by my mother screaming in a hash Trinidadian dialect
"Ah go beat yuh and put you in the hospital”.
The six inched piece of 2x4, forcefully came crashing down on my middle finger of My left hand as I instinctively held it up in defense over my face. I had no time to think about the pain because the blows just kept coming.
I screamed out in pain,pleading with my mother in same dialect"mamie ah sorry ,please ,ah aint go do it again, mamie ah go listen please stop ah go behave ,please mamie please."
"Ah go kill yuh gurl, ""Ah go kill yuh gurl, " mom yelled over and over again.
It seemed like with every blow , those words intensified as the piece of wood connected with different body parts, my head, my legs, arm and, back. In my futile attempts to escape the brutal beating I could feel the welts on skin stinging from being hit with the edges of the 2x4. Suddenly she was straddling me and went in Mike Tyson style with no boxing gloves swinging at my face. I felt my lip split and the salty warm blood gushed into my mouth .
"Ah go kill yuh gurl, " was the last words mom said.
I looked up to see uncle Paris, my step father, holding her back as he said
"Sandra yuh go kill de gurl"
She was panting like a famished dog walking through the desert as her 5ft 5inch frame led out the door.
The most intense pain traveled through my left hand,that's when i looked down and saw that my middle finger was swollen to twice it's normal size, greenish in color and the nail was split in two peices with raw flesh bulging out .
Ah tell yah, ah go beat yah and put you in the hospital”.The beating with a piece of 2 by 4 my mom got her hands on when she was on her way into the room I shared with one of my sisters. As the first blow came down, I raised my hand in defense and upon impact, my finger nail split into two uneven prices my screams of agony, only infuriated her and that intensified the beating. To be honest I don’t remember how long it lasted ,but I thought for sure that I was going to die that night. Mostly because she kept saying that “ah go